And indeed, Gwendolyn could recall, in her lifetime, an instance where a village lad had disappeared whilst returning home one evening, his path certa...n to have taken him past the lake. Though none knew his fate, and while there were many more prosaic dangers that could have claimed his life along the forest trail he rode, yet the elders in her village knew that it was the lake that had taken him and he was seen no more.Though Gwendolyn had, with the wisdom of youth, dismissed the tales she had. Jazz wanted deep to the nuts. He dropped his position in me by lifting his big frame higher. I went with him as his strong penis lifted me too! But he pushed me down and I felt inside my pussy the bell end wandering off towards the insideof my ass hole? He brought one finger to my little hole, as if to target it. Then wham. The whole shaft sank deep, balls slapped my lips. All 13 lovely fat inches were home! His hands back working my fat white ass.‘Who dat at your door Lady? ‘ he calmly said,. Still looking me in the eyes, she undid my belt, unhooked the clasp at the waist and pulled down the zipper. She pushed me back against a table and tugged at the pants to pull them down from my hips. She dropped to her knees and, still keeping her eyes locked on mine, worked my underwear down to my ankles. Only then did she look away from my eyes to my crotch. My cock stood alone, jutting horizontally into the warm air like a signpost. She whispered a soft sigh of excitement and with a smile. You spread them for me, revealing your pink, hot wetness. Your fingers rub the edge of you asshole, desperate for stimulation, desperate for penetration. You are very modest and exposing yourself in this way creates massively conflicting emotions....absolute embarassment and absolute desire. I see you stroking your asshole and tell you to stop. That is my job. I lick my finger and run it down from your tiny little ass hole to your clit, again and again, touching lightly but directly the most.